I'm still your daughter.

I wrote this after looking through my mom's box she used to keep pictures and letters her and my father used to write to each other.
I was looking through it and found a song my dad wrote a long time ago. I hadn't seen it in forever and i was amazed at how i still remembered it.

He said "I wrote a song it went just like this" I sang along my mind started to reminice. I memorized those songs when i was just a child; sat there on his bed one night reading them over for a while. He strummed the guitar i hummed the tune. The beer on his breath, it all leads back to you.

And i am still your daughter. And i can't get enough. And i keep getting lower. You'd pretend to be tough.

The song ended and i dried my eyes. I lit a cigarette and he walked outside. I closed my eyes opening them to a loud sound. I looked up it was your picture hitting the ground. I walked over and I screamed.

I am still your daughter. I can't get enough. I keep getting lower. Just like you, i pretend to be tough.

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